"What's going on now?" Pastel thought.

  Since he'd eaten and closed his eyes, his sensations seemed to have increased tenfold and transformed. Heat like a fizzing, the beating of his heart like a pleasant movement... It was as if everything was a gentle caress. He noticed something in his body, in his pelvis. A warmth he knew, but had never felt so intensely: he could feel his prostate throbbing, burning. Without being able to control himself, he squeezed his anus and each tightening sent a wave of heat through his body, while his sex grew ever harder.

  "What's got into me..." He opened his eyes and cast his gaze on the dozing gnoll, whose body had slid to the floor. He seemed to be sleeping heavily. A warrior's sleep.

  Breathing through his half-open, salivating mouth, Pastel approached the gnoll. He gazed down at his arms, bare chest and muscular thighs. He was wearing only a sort of combat skirt, held up by his belt. An impressive bulge deformed the fabric between his thighs.

  Pastel approached on all fours, his bright pupils riveted on Yeen's crotch, like a predator ready to pounce on its prey. He could no longer control himself. In fact, he was no longer trying.

  In his mind, there was no room for anything other than the tenfold sensations in his body and the gnoll's body. Crouching down on the latter, he reached for the torso to take a deep breath.

  "Nutmeg, clove, white flower, red earth and..."

  He moved further down the body, still inhaling. "musk and... semen."

  Pastel slowly lifted the drowsy creature's garment to reveal heavy, velvety testicles and a sex hidden in its sheath. Only a pink tip protruded. Pastel's heart was beating so fast he felt as if he were vibrating from within, so intense was his desire.

  "The potion continues to control me", he managed to think. He leaned over the gnoll's crotch and inhaled. The air, laden with the gnoll's scent, slid through his nostrils and into his lungs, loosening the last traces of inhibition. He had forgotten his quest, the stone, his history, his worries. Only one goal remained in his mind.

  The young foxhound, his coppery fur glistening with the glow of fire, brought his open mouth to the gnoll's cock. The warmth of his breath made Yeen stir. Pastel remained motionless for a few seconds. The sex in front of him began to emerge from its sheath, very slowly. Pastel held back a yelp of desire, like a puppy waiting for its food.

  He stretched out his tongue and began to lightly stroke the tip of Yeen's now unveiled sex. Under Pastel's gentle wet caresses, Yeen's sex grew and grew. And as it grew, Pastel forgot himself and licked with ever greater sweeps of his tongue the increasingly impressive size of the sex, the tips of his fangs subtly caressing the mass of burning pink flesh.

  Pastel took a moment to step back and observe the immense, throbbing sex. His chest tightened, gripped by a fear: "What if it doesn't fit?" Pastel's prostate was hard as a stone and vibrating, sending waves of desire through his body. He felt as if he were incomplete and was dying to feel the gnoll flesh inside him. He was going to do everything he could to swallow every inch.

  Caught by a new wave of heat, he eagerly removed his tunic to reveal his completely naked body to the morning air. He reached for the cock again and engulfed it without a second thought, sucking and licking it clean.

  After a long minute, he separated his face from the wet sex with difficulty and squatted over the gnoll's chest. In his current state of fever and uncontrollable desire, he didn't even care whether he woke him up or not. Trembling, he dropped to his knees and with his hand guided the large sex to his throbbing anus and pressed down. He pushed on the sex and as the burning tip of the penis penetrated him, he grimaced with pain mixed with pleasure that unveiled his fangs. He pressed even harder, and a few more centimeters of flesh entered.

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  The gnoll's penis was inside him! Forgetting the pain, he crouched down even more and a few minutes later the whole sex was inside him. Pastel felt full, his anus completely distended. He could feel the heartbeat of the beast now penetrating him. His own sex, black as his snout, was covered in precum.

  Pastel leaned his body back to rest his arms behind him. Inside, the large penis was pressing against his prostate. Pastel began to move his pelvis, subtly at first, then with increasing amplitude and vigor. He closed his eyes and, with his mouth still open, moaned. The sensation of the cock sliding against his open anus, then of its top hitting his insides, sent waves of pleasure and heat through him, each time tenfold. Completely transported by pleasure, he hadn't noticed the hands that had gently begun to caress his thighs.

  His hip thrusts, growing in confidence, had become like a ripple, his body like a wave returning to crash again and again against the gnoll.

  Barely conscious, so great was the pleasure, Pastel slowed the beat of his body on the other, concentrated on the mast of flesh sliding inside and out of him. It was then that he heard a grunt and felt the penis plunge back into him with renewed vigor. Pastel let out a yelp of pleasure and surprise as Yeen took over.

  Yeen had risen to his knees and was clasping Pastel's thighs in his powerful hands, his gaze fixed on the face of the man he was thrusting into, transfigured with pleasure. After a minute, he grabbed Pastel by the hips and squatted down. His change of position pushed the sex even deeper. Pastel screamed with renewed pleasure.

  The gnoll shifted position, pushing Pastel back onto the leafy ground and raising his legs onto his shoulders. This gave him a better view of the foxhound's slender, muscular body. His coppery fur was damp with sweat but still soft under the mercenary's large hands. The mercenary leaned over, brought his mouth close to Pastel's and nipped at his neck.

  Pastel moaned and sighed: "more, more... "

  The gnoll growled and adopted a rapid cadence in his hip thrusts. In a furious embrace, the two strangers grunted and groaned. From a distance, you'd have thought they were engaged in a deadly battle, not a coitus as violent as it was unbelievably delicious.

  As Pastel dug his claws into Yeen's back, he let out a long, breathless howl, his body braced and trembling. Inside him, from his prostate, a pleasure on the verge of burning enveloped his whole body, like the incandescent light of molten glass. At the same time, his semen jetted profusely all over his torso, face and into Yeen's fur.

  The latter, clutching Pastel's neck in his jaws, staring into space, contracted his muscles and redoubled the energy of his thrusts for long, ecstatic seconds before giving one last powerful thrust and uttering a deep growl against Pastel's throat, who felt a tide of hot liquid fill his belly. They remained motionless for a few moments, one against the other, one inside the other, their breaths mingling with the birdsong.

  As Pastel, exhausted, gradually came to himself, Yeen murmured, "Wow, boy... that was hot. I don't know what they gave you, but damn, I'm interested."

  "Thanks..." replied Pastel, who realized too late that his answer wasn't entirely relevant. Still a little confused and suddenly exhausted, he added: "I'm feeling better now".

  "I can see that."

  The gnoll withdrew slowly and stood back to look at Pastel lying on the ground.

  "What a mess. We'll have to wash up in the creek."

  The young man's pellage was full of cum and his anus was leaking a thick trickle of semen, like an overturned amphora of cream empties to the ground.

  "hmmmhmm" Pastel said simply, stretching before curling up into a ball.

  "What are you doing?"

  "After sleep," murmured the fox.

  "But your pellage is going to be all... sticky. There's a lot of it."

  Pastel had already fallen asleep.

  Yeen, still stunned by this surreal moment of intense pleasure and by the turn of events, looked at Pastel who was snoring on the ground, completely unphased by the puddle of semen. Never had he thought, as he tracked the young man down, that the next day would begin like this. Should he have pushed him away? Perhaps the young man would regret it all the next day... but at the same time, this potion only allowed the expression of desires and thoughts... nothing that wasn't secretly already there.

  The gnoll frowned as he tried to rid himself of the unpleasant feeling of guilt that had just settled over him. "I was half asleep... I didn't know what I was doing either... and then he started it." As he got up to wash in the stream, he thought back to his companion's moans, to his slender, muscular body arched over his own. How could he regret such coitus?

  He shook off the last traces of remorse, along with the semen and dirt that coated his coat. Naked in the middle of the stream, he shook himself, throwing a myriad of sparkling droplets into the light-filled air. He inhaled and smiled. Funnily enough, his nap and the fight that had followed it had cheered him up. Yeen was curious for the day to come.